Chapter 592: The Truth of the Seal

The surface layer of the silver-gray behemoth was stimulated to produce layers upon layers of illusory gates, each of which made the sky over this sea area even dimmer and added a bit more brilliance like stars.

This was the seal that had existed originally, now stimulated by Ms. "Magician," no longer at a low point due to the changes in the stars.

Patches of starlight fell, repairing the parts of the seal that had been temporarily damaged.

Inside the silver-gray behemoth, a small half of the grayish-white mist forming the "Mad Lady's" human figure had been absorbed by the metal floor, and it looked like it was about to sink another section.

Just at this moment, starlight seeped out from the surrounding walls, floor, and ceiling, forming one brilliant gate after another of different shapes. They brought the bending of the void, blocking the influence of the terrifying suction force, and repelling the grayish-white mist.

Suddenly, Lumian felt the terrifying suction force coming from the depths of the metal tunnel disappear.

He "saw" the flesh-and-blood "bird's nest," which had sunk to the extreme, expand again, scattering a large amount of brilliant starlight.

This vast and mighty starlight surged toward different places inside the silver-gray behemoth, just like a flood that had broken a dam.

Lumian, Mr. K, the "Mad Lady's" corpse, and those items were like rising and falling with the waves in the ocean, just thrown forward, then pushed back, and suffering from the erosion of the sea's power.

And that grayish-white phantom, devoid of flesh and blood, devoid of substance, swayed within the vast starlight, growing increasingly faint until it was gradually dispersed and completely extinguished.

This time, the "sea's power" didn't erupt from the seabed, because the energy channel had been cut off by Ms. "Magician," and the seal had closed again and been reinforced.

Ms. "Magician," who was both illusory and real, raised her right hand and pointed toward the Colorful Flower Ritual Ship and that sailing ship, her eyes reflecting the corresponding scene.

The two ships carrying "Madame Hela," Fors, the "Cinderella" demigod, the human-shaped sealed item, the "Sea Maid," and the remaining assistant priests and sailors suddenly disappeared from the seabed cavity, instantly appearing on the blue sea surface that was sunny, had no waves, and was outside the seal.

Splash, the mountain-like azure giant waves and the well-wall-like emerald seawater slapped down heavily, filling that seabed cavity.

Immediately after, Ms. "Magician's" eyes reflected Lumian, Mr. K, the "Mad Lady's" corpse, the "Armor of Pride," and the remaining items.

She was about to transfer them out of the silver-gray behemoth when Lumian, who was still wearing the "Torture" gloves, suddenly felt that the place connected to the black hole-like thing inside the flesh-and-blood "bird's nest" was "looking" at him with a heavy, extremely dense, terrifying, and brilliant aura.

Crack, crack, Lumian heard the sound of his own bones breaking.

His skull was sinking inward, his ribs were breaking one by one, and his flesh and blood were being compressed layer by layer.

After exploding the power accumulated by the "Ascetic," he, who had become taller, was instantly compressed to be short and thin, with extremely high density.

The extreme pain took a second to reach his brain, and his brain also began to shrink passively.

Another second passed, and Lumian broke free from that gaze, floating into the gradually calming mid-air.

In front of Ms. "Magician," an illusory book turned rapidly, and a faint light overflowing with intense life aura fell onto Lumian's body surface, letting the broken bones begin to rebuild, letting the compressed flesh and blood grow rapidly, saving him from the state of being on the verge of death.

Then, this lady threw the pink gold ring embedded with a crimson gemstone from the "Mad Lady" to Lumian, letting him reorganize his flesh and blood himself and restore his original appearance, no longer being a short, thin, and heavy strange human.

At the same time, Santa Harbor.

"Loki's" figure faded, entering the Spirit World, preparing to "teleport" and escape.

However, a dark, invisible barrier appeared in his "front," blocking his path instantly.

"Loki's" pupils dilated, discovering that he had been trapped in a dark, transparent "sphere" at some point, which seemed to be formed by the bending of the void, with "walls" everywhere, and the door hidden somewhere.

High above the seven pure lights of the Spirit World, Ms. "Magician" hovered there, wearing a wizard's robe with a deep black base dotted with stars.

Her eyes reflected "Loki's" figure, and an illusory book was turning rapidly in front of her.

She had waited until the last moment to come, just so that "Loki" wouldn't receive a warning from that Celestial Worthy, giving her a chance to capture him alive.

As soon as "Loki" understood the current situation, the corners of his mouth curled up, smiling extremely exaggeratedly.

Rumble!

His body exploded from the inside out, as if a self-controllable bomb had been planted in his flesh and blood in advance.

"Loki" had bizarrely succeeded in committing suicide; flesh and blood flew everywhere, and his aura vanished.

Ms. "Magician" immediately ended the blockade of that area, sensing and capturing the information "Loki" left behind in the Spirit World.

—The Spirit World is the gathering place of all information. Many times, the essence of "divination" is to obtain revelations from the Spirit World, and the matter of "resurrection" will inevitably leave corresponding information in the Spirit World.

As long as she could find the relevant information in time, Ms. "Magician" could track down to where "Loki" resurrected and lock onto that ancient castle in the records of the "Rose School of Thought."

Soon, Ms. "Magician" had a harvest.

Her figure disappeared from the high "Spirit World," traveling through the endless void darkness filled with symbolic signs.

The next second, a large amount of grayish-white mist appeared before her eyes.

"Magician" stopped and gazed at this grayish-white mist that seemed to have no boundaries.

…………

Under the static, dim sky, on the azure ocean without a trace of undulation.

Lumian, with the help of the ring embedded with a crimson gemstone from the "Mad Lady," adjusted his internal organs, flesh and blood, and skeleton back to their original state.

Stepping on the wind that was like substance, Lumian, while pulling off the ring that allowed one to use flesh-and-blood magic, asked Ms. "Magician" urgently:

"How are the other two sides?"

While speaking, he felt a strange, difficult-to-detect flickering sensation on Ms. "Magician."

"Magician" smiled:

"'Loki' was just killed by me, but I couldn't stop him from resurrecting, nor could I take the opportunity to find his ancient castle;

"'Bard' was caught by the 'Gandalf' you deliberately arranged in Milo Village, alive."

Phew... Lumian instinctively breathed a sigh of relief.

Although he didn't catch "Loki," being able to consume one of his "resurrections" could be considered achieving the expected goal.

Moreover, this time, "Salted Egg Superman" and "Mad Lady" were completely killed, and "Bard" was caught alive; the results were enough.

—Lumian hadn't determined who "Bard" was at the beginning, and didn't even know if he had participated in this Sea Prayer Ritual operation. He just had a few suspects, including the fake "Viceroy of the Sea" and Juan Oro's grandson Fernandez and others. Given that most of the suspects were in Milo Village, he had Gandalf squat there and monitor closely.

Ms. "Magician" continued:

"I transferred the others present outside this sea area, sent Mr. K of the 'Aurora Order' back to the room he rented in Santa Harbor, and the 'Mad Lady's' corpse and items are drifting here."

This holder of the Major Arcana card spread her palms, and her palms were dark, as if forming a small box. Inside the box, the "Mad Lady's" two corpse halves and other items were "shrunk" to the size of mosquitoes, drifting slowly, as if they were in another world.

Lumian was stunned for a moment and looked at the bottom of the azure ocean:

"Is it over?"

He had thought that they would eventually control the silver-gray behemoth.

"Otherwise? Things that even two Kings of Angels couldn't handle cleanly back then, what do we 'Tarot Club' have to take away? Unless Mr. 'Fool' has already awakened." Ms. "Magician" answered in a funny tone.

Lumian recalled the things inside the flesh-and-blood "bird's nest" and nodded in agreement.

He asked suspiciously:

"Is the thing sealed on the seabed really a black hole?

"Uh... do you know what a black hole is?"

"I know." Ms. "Magician" chuckled, "I also know that the silver-gray thing is a spaceship."

Spaceship... Lumian was startled.

But thinking about it again, he found that the silver-gray behemoth was indeed very similar to the spaceships in some of his sister's bedtime stories!

And Ms. "Magician" not only knew what a spaceship was but also understood the concept of a black hole!

Can't underestimate the high-ranking figures; the knowledge beyond the era mastered by transmigrators, they might not necessarily not understand... Lumian sighed with emotion.

At this time, he found that the strange flickering sensation on Ms. "Magician" had disappeared.

This holder of the Major Arcana card looked at the seabed:

"That is a black hole in gestation created by a certain evil god. It will constantly absorb surrounding matter and energy, strengthen itself, and eventually become a real black hole.

"During the Fourth Epoch, that evil god should have taken an opportunity to send the black hole prototype in through that spaceship on the seabed, hoping it would grow rapidly, eventually tear apart and swallow the planet we are on, letting the barrier lose its reliance and collapse ahead of schedule. In that situation, true gods and angels could escape ahead of time, but after leaving the protection of the barrier, no one knows what kind of encounters they would have.

"Fortunately, Mr. 'Door' and Amon discovered it in time and dealt with it, but they couldn't destroy the black hole that had already initially developed. Any destruction aimed at it, any attempt to make it lose stability, would only make it grow stronger. The only way is to seal it and wait for it to scatter starlight time and time again, weakening itself until it vanishes.

"Of course, it could also be transferred to the starry sky along with that spaceship and thrown into a barren area, but that would mean Mr. 'Door' would also have to leave the barrier and follow it the whole way to avoid accidents. And it has always been under the gaze of that existence, and the other party even periodically helps it replenish energy through the connection between them, so the danger level can be imagined."

So that's how it is... Lumian finally understood why it was a seal instead of destruction back then.

He felt a bit curious and repeated a term:

"Mr. 'Door'?"

This sounds very similar to Mr. "Fool."

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 593 =====